With selfies and prayer
We honour our gods
Some facing Mecca
Others themselves
We honour our gods
Some facing Mecca
Others themselves
Intricate details
Inlaid in stone walls
Indicate a beauty
And subtlety
Beckoning exploration
All the lines
Are precise
And pristine
As to seem
An architect’s model
Atop his desk
Then I notice
The tiny figures
Taking photos and selfies
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
And I wonder
At how we build so high
When we worship our gods
Or when we think
We have become them
Now, joy and smiles
Such beautiful smiles
Even for the Americans
Once enemies, welcomed now as friends